Turn on a television set in a dark room, dial into a channel that only plays static, and place both your palms against the glass.
There is a powerful part of me that needs, for just one night a year, some very specific, humiliating things from an outlaw rebel ghost.
Here is my main concern: What if I wear something really ugly the day I die?
For too long, we have ignored the very real threat that COVID-19 can survive in and be spread through ectoplasm.
Into each person's home, some cursed objects will unintentionally be brought. SOME. The operative word there being "SOME," and NOT "many."
I did see you knock a few cups off of my counter, but that was only because I took a break from my constant sobbing.
Do you know what it’s like for me when you’re out haunting someone else? It’s quiet. No branches scraping the windows, no creaking floorboards.
Igor: The Lab was like a Studio 54 for ghouls and goblins, before we could be open about who we are. We were always coming up with new dances.
Instead of the usual ghouls chasing you through the hallways, this year's tour will offer you a respite from the ongoing horror show that is 2020.
She used the same excuse for Lana's St Patty's party and my Ugly Sweater party last year.
Enter the front yard and you are immediately confronted with the Graveyard of the Norms. Every tombstone reads the name, "Norm 1776-2016."
You do realize this, correct? That you’re inherently susceptible to novel, airborne viruses that could lead to your premature but inevitable death?